One Shot Erotica Novels & Stories

Carolina Virginia shouted and screamed again when Erito kept stabbing her underpart and pumping her body with his seemingly-endlessly maneuver. “A little bit more, Dear… A little bit more… Just be patient first… Be patient…” Erito was drowning inside his enjoyment sensation, his lusting fantasy world, and beneath the endless images of his elder brother which kept flashing here and there in his mind. Then, lastly the enjoyment sensation reached its peak. Erito felt as though his manhood lust and desire were going to explode soon. “Here it comes, Dear… Here it comes… Aarrgghhkk… Aarrgghhkk…” howled Erito long and loudly. He stabbed Carolina Virginia’s underpart even harder and more strongly fo

Before having sex with Orion, I had thought that after a certain number of back-to-back orgasms, your body needed time to reboot. I was wrong. My nipples were tingling again, and my pussy was throbbing. I leaned against his hard chest and sighed. "Is that the only area you're going to wash?" I could feel him smile. "No, but I'm having a hard time moving on." My giggle turned into a gasp when he teased both my nipples at the same time. Finally, one of his hands slid down, but instead of washing the rest of me, he went between my legs, and cupped my sex.

"Tell me... how long can you endure before you cum?" "I don't understand," I panted, my breath hitching as his nose grazed my earlobe. Preston didn't answer with words. He reached into his pocket. Click. "Fuck!" I gasped, the sound muffled against his shoulder. My panties roared to life. The tiny bullet vibrator against my clit was suddenly humming at a frantic, high-frequency buzz. It was a localized earthquake centered right on my most sensitive nerve ending. "Shh," he urged, moving his hips in a slow, grinding circle that forced the device deeper against me. "Don't scream yet. We have an audience."

I’m on the edge and so is she. I get up while stroking my cock as I stroke her clit and line my cock with her pussy. Even though I’m dying to, I do not enter her. Not yet anyway. Instead, I brush my cock against her pussy and watch her as she moans. She’s so close. She gets up to her elbows to watch. I know. The sight is erotic. The first burst of cum splashes on her pussy and Corina bites her hand to muffle her orgasm. Another spurt of cum covers her clit and another on the top her pussy and the final one across her thighs. Holy shit. She’s like a work of art. I want to capture it. I rush over to my desk, grab my phone and go over to her and take a picture.

I caught my fingers finding their way into my panties again. I decided to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera and then I showed the video to the screen. "The sexiest man on earth", I mumbled as I then started watching the video and touching myself.. The thing about me is that I'm always wet, always. I went on and on for a moment till I reached orgasm and stopped. Then I cut the video and told myself to watch it later. Did my usual clean up and went to bed...Few minutes into my short nap, I got a call from Tom.

Let me hear you. I bit back a sharper moan as I obeyed, pushing two fingers further inside my slick heat, curling them against that sensitive spot that made my thighs tremble. The wet sounds filled the quiet room—obscene, intimate. My hips rocked involuntarily, chasing the friction while I kept my legs spread wide for the camera. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise rough and unfiltered even through the distortion. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Er*tic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 I closed my eyes and ears as I heard the gun shot I was so scared I felt no pain of gun shot on my body “Who did she now shot?” I thought and slightly opened my eyes I stared up at her and saw her standing close to me I stared sideways and saw a man lying on the ground full of blood

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

The Sharpie names press into the wood beneath you, and you realize he wants to see your face when he takes you apart. He drags your hips to the edge of the desk, spreads your legs wide, and sinks back in to the root. The new angle is deeper, obscene. Your cunt makes wet, filthy sounds every time he withdraws. He leans over you, mouth against your ear. "Watch." You look down the length of your body and see his cock disappearing into you—slick and shining with your arousal, veins standing out in brutal relief. He pulls out just to slap your clit with the heavy weight of himself. Once. Twice. Three times. Until you are writhing beneath him, your thighs trembling.